He was a big man with a big head--every time she fed him her wrist ached from supporting his head. He was as touchy as ever where Lorena was concerned. Has he still got his craving for buttermilk? Yes, he drinks it by the gallon, Call said. Almost every time he did, he tipped his hat, which was even filthier than it had been when he worked in the saloon.
He couldn't pester me if he's with you. His eyes are open, why can't he talk? His head is hurt, Clara said. The sight affected him so much that he felt weak, of a sudden. She mostly did what she pleased, and what she pleased usually had to do with horses.
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